Then I arrived at Qinghai Lake, the sky was clear and clear, the clouds were still white and light, and the golden rape flowers had begun to fade. In the middle of rape flowers and Qinghai Lake, it was faintly visible that the Qinghai-Tibet Railway train sped by... On the way, I met the warriors who rode around Qinghai Lake several times. The road was far away and the sun was exposed. It is a spirit, a perseverance! Lunch roadside snack bar, a pair of brothers who returned from riding, brother sleepy table and who, brother quietly played with mobile phones...